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Mar 2014
It's done.
We're finished.
We've changed with the season.
It's over,
I'm sorry.
A wintry grave
holds our
love.
The ice has thinned
under us.
Our bitter cold romance
never warmed
with Spring.
I finally did it.

© M.S
pushthepulldoor
Written by
pushthepulldoor  ATX
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